REQUEST. I really liked that AU you reblogged that was like you have the wrong number but you sound pretty upset about that person, wanna talk it out, if you want could you write a Steve Rogers x Reader fic based off of that please. From anon.
SUMMARY. Lawyer AU. Steve Rogers x Reader. Your boss gives the case you’ve been working so hard on to someone else. Out of anger, you call a friend to rant — only to realize that you called the wrong number.
WARNINGS. Curse words. Fluff + angst = all our doom.
WORD COUNT. 1k.
AUTHOR’S NOTES. Finally! Here is the update! Unfortunately, with this updated Tumblr, it seems the entire chapter wasn’t able to fit HAHAHA so we only have this first, kind of short scene. The next is rlly long, so it had to be cut. Anyway, enjoy! :D
You don’t remember the last time you were called to the principal’s office at school, but you do remember how it felt: the rabbit-speed of your beating heart; the tautness of your sewed ribcage; the sense of some sort of impending doom. It didn’t show from your smooth strides and perfect posture, but that was how it felt like now. Why would Barnes want to see you again? Possible reasons gushed out and into your mind, pouring in like a waterfall, loud and rapid and inevitable. God, what if he found out about your ranting last night?
What if he knew you called him a dick?
Your heart bounced even higher, stronger against your chest. But that’s impossible. No one heard that — except, of course, Steve. But you doubted he had any connection with Mr. Barnes or the firm. The chances of that has to be so little.
Speaking of Steve — you took your phone out of the pocket of your blazer, and clicked on your inbox, pressing on your chat with him:
Hey, Steve! I’m actually glad you did text me, thanks. How are you? You and your best friend doing okay? Text me any time! I hope your day goes better than mine. (:
Sent last 8:04AM. Steve’s text was around 7:10AM this morning. Almost an hour difference — and you don’t blame yourself for the huge time gap. Sometimes, the words didn’t feel right, and you had to retype the entire message several times. It had to come out right.
But now an hour and a half later, there was still no response. Your message sat there, smiling and patient, as it spoke out into the void, waiting for someone to call back. You tried not to think about why he hasn’t.
Pocketing your phone, your gaze shifted to the glass wall separating Mr. Barnes’ office from the hall, then on Mr. Barnes himself, who was leaning back in his seat, ankle on knee, and one corner of his lips pulled up to a half-smile. This was the most laid back you’d seen him. Even during the few team buildings you’ve had with the other partners, he wasn’t this — affable.
On the seat where Natasha was yesterday, though, was another man. Sun rays pouring in from the windows lit up his blonde hair, framing his head like a golden halo. You furrowed your brows. Who was he? And why do you feel like you’ve seen him before?
“There you are, right on time,” Mr. Barnes said, looking up as you stepped inside. He sat straighter, pulling his blazer closer to himself, and there he was: the unflinching, professional Mr. Barnes you’ve always known. “Take a seat.” He gestured to the chair you’ve sat in last time, and you complied, keeping your back straight as a pipe.
“Did you need something, sir?” you asked, hands clasped on your lap.
“Y/N, you remember our of-counsel attorney, Mr. Rogers—” He flourished a hand at the man beside you, and now, you turned to face him.
Mr. Rogers looked at you now, and the puzzle pieces clicked in your head. Memories flashed: seeing that same face in the conference room, helping out in a case or with a client; during the occasional Christmas party, standing by the bar and rarely on the dance floor; with Mr. Barnes or Mr. Wilson or both, inside or outside the firm. Many times as grim and undaunted as Mr. Barnes, and occasionally as warm and amiable as Mr. Wilson. You wondered, for a moment, why you’re meeting him now, after nearly a decade working in this firm.
Stretching out a hand, Mr. Rogers’ lips stretched to an ever more golden smile, and slipping your hand in his, he shook it, firm yet gentle. “Please,” he said. “Call me Steve.”
Your heart stopped.
“Steve?” you said, echoing him.
Something glinted in his eye, something playful. He nodded.
No, no, no. This can’t be happening. He wasn’t — this can’t be the Steve.
But that voice. That’s the voice. The Steve’s voice — the same Steve who texted you this morning, the same Steve who heard you rant about your job, the same Steve who heard you call Mr. Barnes a dick.
Quickly, you composed yourself. “Good to meet you, Steve,” you said, extracting your hand from his, and forcing on a polite smile. It was almost an effortless feat — thanks to the bountiful experiences you’ve had in settling cases and persuading clients.
“He’s here for the Wakanda case,” Mr. Barnes said, fingers loosely weaving together on his desk. “I’d like you to bring him up to date with all the details about it.”
Your brows furrowed. “But I’m out of the case.”
He leaned forward, chest falling as though heaving out a resigned sigh. “You were. But, not anymore.”
You blinked, eyelashes fluttering. Did he — does this mean —
“To be honest,” he said, voice hushed and raw, almost vulnerable. “I shouldn’t have removed you in the first place.”
It felt like you stopped breathing. You tried to suck air in through your nose, chest expanding, then pushed it out, deliberate for a few more breaths before you were sure your lungs were functioning properly again.
“I’ll talk to Natasha.” He rested back against his chair, and the raw moment was gone, his features lining back up to their usual somber expression. “Now, could you please—” he gestured to Steve, flourishing an exasperated hand. “We have to be in court by Friday, so — get moving.”
Your heart was fluttering like an excited little bird at the arrival of its mother with food, but you kept yourself composed, rising from your seat and nodding in determination. “Thank you, sir. I won’t let you down.”
He shot Steve a look you couldn’t read. “Just don’t make me regret it.”
A/N. I don’t know if I like this Tumblr update with the text posts. It’s cool but kind of annoying; for some reason, I can’t do HTML on mobile?? ): Anyway, next scene will mostly be with Steve alone! <3 It will be posted on Friday!
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A/N: I got this template from chantenyongs and I could not find the original creator to give proper credit to.
A = Aftercare
He’d be out like a light as soon as the do is done. Obviously he’d ask you how it was and if you were okay but other than that his conscious is clear and he’s worn out.
B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Taeyong will loovveee hissss fiinnnngeeeeeeersss. His favorite thing is seeing you beg for him to touch your core once with just one of his fingers like the tease he is. For you he can’t get over your eyes as cheesy as t may sound. The way they flutter shut when you’re close is a sight he’ll never get tired of.
C = Cum
Taeyong lets you cum first no matter what before coming inside of you. He wouldn’t wear a condom for only two reasons, 1) if you’re on birth control and 2) if you two are trying to get pregnant. If those to don’t apply then you’ll catch him wearing a condom because he doesn’t trust his pull out game.
D = Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs)
He wants you to top just one time. He’s always the one starting the physicality and playing the final move, he just wants to see how you’d begin and see what you’d do to him even if it’s just one time. You’ll never hear him ask for it though, he’s too shy and would be too nervous to ask you such a favor.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
Taeyong is an adult so I can probably safely assume he’s no virgin but it’s not like he fucked every girl in sight, probably only did it once or twice so I bet he’s pretty knowledgeable about the situation and knows how to make it enjoyable for the both of you.
F = Favorite position
He’s sitting on the edge of the bed (or on a couch), you’re sitting on his lap with your back facing him. Taeyong’s fingers are toying with your clit while his legs are keeping yours spread out for him. His head lies on the crevice joining your neck to your shoulders while your wiggling around from his movements. This is his perfect position before going doggy on you.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
I can’t picture Taeyong being giggly or cracking jokes during sex but bet you’d hear him make snarky remarks the day after.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they)
Like JB he likes to keep clean unless he hadn’t had time to shave so usually he’s trimmed down.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
I wouldn’t say romantic but he’s not disrespectful or anything. His main focus is to keep you satisfied before himself. He’d get romantic for special occasions or if you two just made up after an argument.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation)
He can’t get going without you so let’s say you two are at a distance because he’s at the studio or something. He’ll legit tell you he needs a nude (depending on the stage of the relationship you guys are at) and he’ll use that in the company showers when no one is around.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Lowkey Taeyong’s into Finger Kinks if that’s a thing still??? I also don’t see him having a problem with fucking in public, just as long as you two don’t get caught.
L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)
Other than your house or the studio Taeyong likes to have sex in public bathroom stalls. If someone comes into the bathroom they can’t see you two but they’ll get out when they hear what’s going on.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
Taeyong’s #1 turn on would be you letting your hair down/taking off a piece of clothing because you’re hot and talking to him in a sexy voice. The thing that keeps him going would be the fact that you haven’t came yet.
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
He would never use gags on you. Why would he want to keep you quiet? Besides he thinks they’re a bit dangerous because some have choking hazards so he’d like to avoid any serious damage being afflicted on you.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
Wouldn’t mind eating you out (would love it tbh) but like I said before he silently hopes you’ll take charge so when you lean down to blow him there’s no way he’d stop you.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
fAsT AnD rOUgH especially with his hands! Imagine taking his dick while he’s rubbing your clit at rabbit speed! Ughhh……
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
He has the stamina for a quickie but would like more time to actually communicate with you afterwards. He’d feel bad if you two just had sex and he had to leave immediately before he had the change to even help you get dressed.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
He’s pretty new to the whole sex thing so I think he’d be down for anything if you were too, just as long as it was safe and respected both of your boundaries. The risks he’d be willing to take is getting caught by members or even strangers, it all depends on where you two are at while “performing”
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
SM pushes their idols to the max and so this man will push himself to the end as well. He can probably go for 8-9 rounds without clocking out??? He’d stop when he felt the time was right I guess.
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
The only toy I can see him having is a pocket-sized vibrator he got as a gag gift one time but actually ended up using it on you.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He’d tease you for hours if he had the time to, you’d have to take charge or beg if you wanted to move along any more.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
SILENCE WHO? I only know bed creaking, your screams, his praises, and his moans that can be heard through out the entire building.
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
It’s cannon that Dotae is a thing so if Dooyoung’s down and if you’re okay with it Taeyong would like a threesome please and thank you.
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
It’s always the quiet ones you gotta look out for so I can picture Taeyong’s a good eight inches easy.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
His sex drive would depend on his mood. If today was a good day he won’t say no to sex, but if he just isn’t in the mood there’s no way to make him hard.
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Leaves crunched and twigs snapped, trees being nothing but a blur as you ran through the woods. You couldn’t hear anything but the pounding of your feet on the ground, and the blood pumping in your ears, but you knew, you knew he was behind you. He didn’t make a sound as he moved through the ever familiar trees, while you stumbled through the unknown territory. Although you couldn’t hear him, you could feel him there, just the knowledge making the little hairs on the back of your neck prick up and a shudder down your spine. In a moment of desperation, you took a sharp turn left, slowing down your speed at the turn and nearly buckling as you tried to regain your speed. “Run rabbit run~” His sing song voice flowed through the air. “Run rabbit, run rabbit~” Almost tripping on a fallen tree as you tried to jump over it, the slight falter in your chase caused you to slow again, this time, you weren’t able to regain it in time. His body collided with yours, sending you both to the ground. His arms entrapped you as the two of you rolled around on the ground, you squirming to escape his hold while his laughter rang through the quiet air. “I got you~” He cooed, nuzzling his nose against the side of your head, breathing in your sweet scent. “It’s not fair!” You growled, squirming harder but his arms were locked in place, refusing to budge the slightest for you to move. “You’re practically an animal, how was I supposed to win this damn game!” “You weren’t supposed to win,” Mark chuckled. “You’re the one that wanted to prove you could ‘out smart the wolf himself’, babe.” “You used your senses, it’s not fair.” “Oh stop pouting, I can’t exactly turn them off.” Mark scoffed. “Besides, you’re not exactly light on your feet, it wasn’t hard to hear you.” “I hate you, you cheat.” You huffed, giving up the struggle and slumping down in his arms. “You do not.” He snickered. “You love me, don’t you.” “No.” “Yes, you do.” He poked your side, earning a squeal. “Say it.” “I refuse!” “Hmm, if I let you have another try and you just happen to win, will you say it?” “If I win, maybe.” You mumbled, fighting a smile. “Well then,” Mark released his hold on you. “Get to running, baby.” Grinning, you stood and quickly darted back through the woods, back towards the house, hoping you’d actually win this time, because damn, you surely did love that wolf…even if he did cheat at the game.